Why Here?

I got a headache at work.
I don't even know why I got a headache at work.
It wasn't like work was stressful in a non normal stressful way.
It was all fine and dandy there.

Yet, I found myself with that annoying ache behind my left eye.
An ache that would not leave. No matter the meds I took.
It would fade a little bit after some TLC with a heatpack during my breaks.
Only to come roaring back soon after.

Why, dear headache, why did you come?
Is it just a subconscious tension that built somewhere? An annoyance that's irritating me that I can't pinpoint?

Who knows.
I just know it was difficult to focus through work today.
And I'm glad it went away after more TLC with a heat pack and resting my eyes for a bit. 

Brain: IDEA!
Me: We gotta finish this thing first.
Brain: But. IDEA!!
Me: I know it's cooll but---
Brain: IDEA!!!
Me: If you keep distracting me we won't get this done and we won't be able to reach the idea.
Brain: ....okay........*whispers* idea.

Skipping Is Not Good

I think I may have to officially call it that Fast Sundays are not good for me.
At least where preventing headaches is concerned. 
Because I feel like I get a headache every Fast Sunday no matter what.

Which...I'm pretty confident that it's not the lack of food that is the main concern,
but the fact that I end up being stressed out nearly every Fast Sunday and that in of itself causes me to get a headache?
Because stress is definitely a main factor.

Today?
Probably dealing with people that have caused me to be tense has been the main thing, plus the annoyance at being interrupted when I'm trying to do something else also has been something to tense me up. 

Probably the sudden switch in Daylight Savings is also affecting me as well....
*Shakes head*

Who knows.
All I know is I have a headache today and I just want it to go away. 

Go Ahead, Don't Listen

I paste a smile on my face, nodding politely as the man before me continued to talk, proving that he had, indeed not been listening to a word I'd said before he decided to open his mouth to 'correct' me. Unfortunately, he was correcting me with all the wrong information. Things he'd found on google, info that others had told him that contradicted what I said. It was, I decided, his aim only to prove himself right, and I was willing to help him...put his foot into his mouth. If he wasn't going to listen to me, who had worked here far longer than anyone else in the store, then fine. He could learn the hard way that the internet isn't always correct, nor that he should think that because I was younger than him, that I was more naïve. He could dig his own grave, I'd already tried to prevent him from doing so once. I wasn't about to try again. 

-Inspiration from encounters at work and social media

Aching Cheek

I sit back with a grimace, massaging my cheek. Why did it have to hurt so bad after the numbing agent wore off?
Had it meant that I'd bit my cheek one time too many?
Had the needle been jabbed too forcefully through my skin to ensure that I couldn't feel further?
Regardless, it hurt now. Enough I didn't want to open my jaw.
But open my jaw I did.
Because I needed to present, I needed to speak. 
Dropping my hand I took a steadying breath, and moved forward. 

-Inspiration from going to the Dentist today

Wrongful Energy

It started when my manager unexpectedly tried to hand me a duty that I did not want to take because I didn't want to have that responsibility on my head, especially just thrown at me out of the blue. 
Especially when it's a 'new' thing the store is having us do, and therefore we don't have any idea what we're doing.
Definitely not something I want to face first thing in the morning.
As it tensed me up, gave me a slight ache behind the eye.

Which unfortunately was exacerbated by having a group of individual come into the store, a sort of field trip group, that just....had an energy about them that I did not like.
It was kinda like nails on a chalkboard, and it just...made my headache grow worse.

Thankfully...
Avoiding being put on the duty that I didn't want to be put on, distancing myself from the group of people, and taking some meds...

Helped to put my headache to bed.
Yay for a quick solution this time around.

Origins: Cue Annoyance

I giggle to myself as I watched the woman again swat at her arm, frowning down when she again found nothing. Nothing, because I could make it nothing. 
Again I peer around the corner, and with a small flick, again make it feel like there's a single hair brushing the woman's arm.
Again she reacts, wildly looking all over her shirt for that stray hair she's never going to find. Not if I have anything to say about it.